The Healing Sunshine (一厘米的阳光)

Chapter 12.2 - The Person in the Past Dream (2)

In March of 2002, she watched the first installment of The Lord of the Rings.

This was the very first original version of a foreign-language film that Jì Chengyang watched with her.

More than a month later, this film was released in theatres in China. Those who read the original novel all gave the review that the entire first installment was merely one great foundation to set things up, and the exciting parts were still to come in the future second and third parts of the trilogy.

The slow plot development and numerous and varied characters truly were for set-up. After watching for only a short while, she was so bored she fell asleep.

Asleep in Jì Chengyang's library.

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She had been in his house several times before but had never seen this room that was his library. The door to it was actually in the eastern wall of his outer study. At a rough glance, it appeared to be a bookcase that held academic journals and publications, but when it was pushed aside, there was another hidden sanctuary within.

If you could describe the study's decor as still carrying a modern feel to it with the recent books, video discs, magazines, and journals that it held, then when you pushed open that door, it was like you had stepped into an old library. All four walls were covered in bookshelves that were burgundy in colour. There were no windows, only lamps. Each wall's bookshelf had two lamps specifically for it. The floors in the entire room were completely of wood, and only in the centre was there a large rug as well as a double sofa.

When she turned on the light on the ceiling, only the upper ten shelves were illuminated; the bottom ten still remained within shadows.

At the time, she had only felt awestruck—awestruck at the beauty of this collection of books.

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Jì Chengyang, the person, became real and concrete in her world.

In her impression, it was from that day on that she truly began to slowly draw closer to him...

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Since she particularly liked this place, Jì Chengyang abandoned the idea of using the small home theatre, brought the computer inside, and sat on the sofa with her to watch the movie. However, less than twenty minutes later, Jǐ Yi had curled up in that incomparably comfortable sofa and, with her head tilted to the side, fallen asleep. Jì Chengyang had originally set the computer on his lap, but when he discovered that she was asleep, he shifted the laptop to his left side and then brought her head down to rest on his thigh.

Shifting his body somewhat awkwardly to the side, he began looking through his emails from this past one month and more.

The speed at which he checked emails was extremely fast, practically only giving each a glance before jumping to the next one. Any that required a reply, he would flag, so as to not wake the little lady with the sounds of his typing...

When Jǐ Yi awoke and found herself sleeping on his thigh, she dared not move. But once a person has woken, it is very difficult to maintain the same posture you had when you were sleeping. Before long, she felt uncomfortable all over and wanted to move just a little bit.

She told herself silently, Just hold out a bit more, hold out a bit more...

The downside of being too focused on something was that her right foot, which was tucked underneath her, began cramping.